#wornguilt

cain: 😂

cain: i know you aren't seriously fucking ghosting me right now.

cain: which isn't going to work, by the way.

cain: if you don't text me back i'm coming over to yours and i'm going to cause a scene that your neighbors will be talking about until this time next year.

cain: fucking bitch

cain: [5 minutes later]

cain: look, i just want to talk.

can: can we at least just do that? i think we owe each other that much.

                    𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐉𝐎𝐁   𝐀   𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋.   𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘   𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐒   𝐇𝐈𝐌   𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   𝐓𝐎   𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐔𝐏   𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇,   he   doesn’t   even   know   whether   there   in   an   appropriate   payment   for   the   sheer   amount   of   PATIENCE   that   he   has   to   muster   up.   He   leans   against   the   counter,   arms   crossed   over   his   chest   and   brows   furrowed.   Part   of   it   is   due   to   the   godforsaken   OUTFIT   but   as   long   as   she’s   doing   her   shift,   he   justifies   his   constant   abode   at   the   bar   by   MIMING   a   bouncer.   Eyes   follow   when   she   leans   over   to   serve   another   customer,   expression   seemingly   unfazed   by   the   superficial   flirtation   –   but   he’d   still   prefer   a   little   LESS   cold   shoulder.   “   You   don’t   even   need   a   tip   that   desperately.   ”   He   doesn’t   even   know   what   he’s   jealous   of.   Perhaps   the   fact   that   the   customer   can   walk   out   of   the   pub   whenever   he   wants   to.   David   CANNOT.   “   What’s   the   plan   for   tonight?   Can   I   fuck   off   and   enjoy   my   night,   also,   or   is   that   privilege   exclusively   granted   to   you?   ”

𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚈 has tried to speak to the girl he knew only as aaliyah, and several times the boy had failed. finley didn’t know anything about her besides her name, and that she was filled with a teenage angst that she seemed to constantly take out on the rest of the world. fin hadn’t experienced that sort of puberty-inducing emotion yet, and he hoped he wouldn’t for the rest of his adolescence, because it seemed kind of lonely. this time catching her alone at one of the tables, the new kid rushed over and sat across from her, placing his switched off video camera between them. ‘ hi again, ’ he grinned, hands clasped together in his lap. ‘ remember me? i tried to talk to you yesterday and you stepped on my foot. no hard feelings. ’

          ↳   for  @wornguilt​​  because they liked  this .

❛  yo, yo, yo-- i come bearing  gifts!  ❜

gifts for  all  of them--  brian, aaliyah, and herself--  but as soon as she steps through the door, brian walks  out.  eyebrows furrow as her gaze follows him, and it’s only after a moment that she turns to look at the other woman. one hand holds a twelve pack of beer, the other raises to point backwards over her shoulder with her thumb.  ❛  the fuck was that all about? ❜  he seemed  upset, she just doesn’t know  why.  knowing him, it could be a plethora of things-- any combination of dumb shit. though, it’s obvious to her that the past few time she’s been over, the mood has definitely  shifted. something has happened, that much she knows-- she isn’t  dumb--  but she isn’t nosy enough to actually  pry. 

FOR MOST PEOPLE, THE SUNRISE is the beginning of their days. Most people have alarms set for the early morning, and they wake up and get ready for their day and head to work or whatever -- but not Jake. Most days, the sunrise is what alerts him that he has, yet again, forgotten to eat or sleep. The sun beams that pour through the shop’s windows fall upon his scarred face and he groans, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes as he sits up. 

     “Ah, fuck.” 

He does his best to clean up around the shop -- hangs his tools and his apron back up, gives a half-assed attempt at sweeping up the mess he’s made, and then pulls on his coat as he stumbles out onto the busy main street to head to the cafe next door. Coffee seems to be the only thing that can turn him back into a person again after such a long night. 

He pushes open the glass door, bells announcing his arrival, and settles into a stool at the bar. The waitress knows him by name, greets him, and leaves him with a fresh cup of coffee. 

Jake is staring at the menu, debating whether or not he should eat something and let it make him sick or just continue to starve when someone slips into the seat next to him. Someone he’s never seen before. He eyes her suspiciously, turning away swiftly when he notices that she’s been staring at him, too. 

He isn’t the most outgoing these days.